[en-pt] (Argentina-Chile) 62 communique from ITS

Only one way bring us here, there are no other possibilities. We found our truth, unique and final manifestation of the power of our ego. Far away from the lies and deceptions of fools.

We are going to open a portal to the other side, are we going to ascend? No! We are going to be part of something else.

We will make the rest of the humanity become our slaves, servants to the highest authority of the gunpowder, the fire, knives and bullets. The death claim for its prey, we are its emissaries.

The dark gods want to send a message. They send us to war. The bomb, weapon of the rascals and scoundrels is our select tool.

We have been sharpening our daggers in the Chilean State together with our affinities in the last years. Between conspirancies and complicities we cross our way with ITS, in the action gets materialized the truth of the potentialities and we could corroborate it, after almost two years we conclude phase full of rich experiences for the extremist ego, We can confidently say that the criminal interactions between members of the Mafia have given positive results and today we uncover officially this transandean conspiracy, in the background of the international and transcontinental conspiracy against human progress. Today we detach ourselves from the nourished Mistic Horde of the Forest (HMB) to claim our own identity, we are ITS-Argentina, Red Blood Sect (SRS).

We can proudly assure that the efforts of the cops trying to follow our traces since that summer of 2017 still being futile, they cant put their hands neither on us nor the Horde. Their repetitive and humiliating attempts dont get even close to find us, and dont you think that we cross to another country because we are on the run from you. We are moved by our passion, this keep our blood running and our teeth tight, so better follow its flow and its commands, is what we have to do. The constante movement also nourish and prevent us from stagnation. It is unnecessary to say more.

Now we are only seeking for blood as a mean to transcend the human, every wound we cause detaches us from this notion. Every step get us closer to our desired objective, blood and death.

We are seeking to negate the humanity by the amoral attack, but not any attack. We throw into the corridors of oblivion the simbolism of the praxis, we see the individual human being, each one of them, as the concrete materialization of the Human ideal that dictates that is exactly this

species, our species, the one that dominates over the earth, the end is also the beginning. Surrounded by the world of the ephemeral of the human being only archieve to see itself anywhere its looks. The material extension of the antrum filling the earth’s surface, this is how the illusion is sustained.

We begin the human hunting that between dreams and vigils will bring us to our prey, by placing a incendiary bomb in the door of a random house in the neighborhood of Villa Devoto, we would like that the fire engulfed the structure and its magnitude swallowed its inhabitants but we dont have any news, so we think that did not happen.

We offer the death our courage, but not the blood for this time, the blade will be waiting patiently.

Need a terrorist unity like us give reasons about its attacks? We cant explain in ideological terms what is driving us, even if the words fly from our rotten mouths. Is not the mouth, it will be not. There will be the hands and legs, brain, heart, flesh and guts what we can put onto something. This will tell what we are.

War, blood and decadence, there wil be nothing else left.

II. HMB

We are the eco-extremist seeds that germinated in the fertile lands of the south, lands that since some years ago are witnessing of the arise of ferocious individualists. We do not forget how years back we experimented with fire and managed to burn structures. This path was left behind but we revive it with pride.

Now, we conspired in the shadows to cause dead and wounded, with our blood brothers we throw devastating hits. Our unprecedented attacks left the whole goverment ashamed, and others attacks have been left only in terrible intentions. We continue the path of chaos and terror that we started with the uncontrollable fire. We still trying and plotting, checking scenarios and ways to scape, making conections and developing new containers…

Our way until here,as ITS-HMB has been full of marvelous experiences, accompanied and surrounded by invaluable accomplices. It is the moment to recognise the importance that had (and still have) in our way the “original” ITS from Mexico, because we accept it with pride, those brothers from the start seduce us with their sharpened words and their overwhelming attacks. From the distance in the south we thank them for forge a part of our way, for shudder our soul with each new communique from Wild Reaction (RS) and for make us fly with those great issues of the Regresion Magazine, full of all those esential theoretical contributions that nourish us even until today. Brothers, you can be sure that your thoughs travel and spread to the end of the world, here they come to stay and they are still persevering in war. We made ours your motivations in this war against human progress and the civilized world, your ideas are embedded in our minds and we choose to arise with pride those mythical acronyms. Incorrect and perverse acronyms that have marked the difference between the anti-system rebeliousness and the extremist war against humanity.

With everything against us, we have managed to continue with the expansion of the extremist affine ideas in different parts of the south. Thus, after being us the ones who got infected by the extremist germ, the moment and the opportunity to bring our virus far away has arrived, crossing the borders above the freezing mountains of los Andes. But this time it was not only by the word, not only by inlay of ideas in accomplices minds, no. This time we did one step more and bring the infection in flesh and bone. This is why in this way and through this joint communique we made officially public the network of eco-extremists that is being formed on the south. Thus, finally we expose officially the operation consisting in the propagation of the eco-extremist tendency.

As you see, some ex-members of Mistic Horde of the Forest (HMB) are already on the other side of the mountain range, so this is how they return to their “motherland”. There, now in the midst of the putrid argentinean civilization are some of our brothers ready for everything, with the same purposes that they had here, with the same knowledge, skills and materials.

To you blood brothers, that bravely choose to undertake this way on return to your far native lands to continue the ancestral war. We send you all our strength in your new criminal project, we wait to see you again and laugh diabolically as we did when we enter in the FCFM from the University of Chile. This other laughts in the bus after placing the device will be never forget. We will not forget also that it was because of your distraction maneuver that day on the campus we managed to get away safe.

no less important were the nights that nights without moon that we light up only with a bonfire. The stars of those nights are the same that we still seeing now and we see you in them. Sleep with the crickets chorus and the sound of the river bring us back again to those moments. Here we will not step back, we still going on with the attacks.

so we say goodbye with a heart swollen with sadness and crying eyes, we wish you the best in your path overthere brothers, we wait to delight us with your attacks in the lands of Argentina. May the spirits of the ancient keep you under their protection there. We see each other in the bright of the moon and blaze of the sun. From here we still listening your howls, we are spiritually connected and this link nothing nor nobody can break it. May the energy of the mountain range nourish our bond. From ocean to ocean, together in brotherhood until the day of our extintion.

Brothers, we continue from this side of the mountains, our explosions will be our greetings in complicity.

For the propagation of the eco-extremist and misanthropic nihilist tendency!

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